Who's the Mac? Who's the Mac? Who's the Mac? Who's the Mac? Who's the Mac?
All the world class Mac Daddy Women I love them to hold and touch them
Poetry, that's what I choose to write I say it to the women when the time is right
Me and you all alone in a hotel room I wanna take a little ride through your tunnel of doom
I know you got a man but that's alright with me because if you ain't afraid
Hey I'm willing to cheat and no more turn relationships for me sweetheart
Cause I'll dump you in a minute for a brand new start
Gotta lean it on the heavy side large and lovely
But once I start knockin you can't help but love me
An overweight lover but love ain't my game I make
You think I love you until we do the wild thing
And when I hit it and you keep coming back
That's the game of a play, I know this ain't for all the fat mac
Who's the man?
As the beat begins to break my rhyme breaks down also
People call me Ava but my real name is Primro
Dangerous effects intoxicating like alcohol
And if I had to choose a woman I'd choose them all
Cause one ain't enough, cause I'm in love with that stuff
I like to hit it and quit it without giving a what
It seems cold but both it is
Women have told me this, girls still love me
And half of them know this
Let me explain how the feeling would be
If you took a little trip with me
And Jim Brocksky, the one I abandoned
With a stiff personality
And if you're chewing, he gets hard easily
That's just a fraction of my hard-hittin' action
Which is the result of this strong fat mackin'
A cool young brother on the search for a super freak
And since I'm a fat mac, it might take two or three freaks
To satisfy my needs
You can get on top and ride or you can get on your knees, girl
Yeah, and you know that I'm with that
Cause can't nobody kick it like Apoll's a fat mac
Who's the man?
The lightning man seems easy like a gigolo
Drink a lot of brew and now I'm screwing 20 different hoes
Chilling with the ladies, mostly all of the time
They love the way A-Fall drops these lines
Sex is on my mind, women is what I think about
And if they're hard to find, then I just seek them out
Lovely, lovely ladies, that's the topic of this here rhyme
I'm only drinking straight from my liquor bowl and never chill wine
Hard with each line, my logo is a peace sign
Suckers, I left line, due to my death rhymes
I love ladies in a sexual way
And you know that A-Fall can never be gay
Pleasing, never teasing, never losing, I've been choosing, never lost a lovely lady when I'm looking for the chewing
And if it's screwing then I'm happy as a log, yeah I'm good in the light, but I get harder in the dark
A cool young brother kicking gold and black, cruising looking for the hoes in my Cadillac
I gotta keep my top papers and a nice fat sack, if I don't have that I wouldn't be the Fat Mac
Ayy-yah
Who, who, who's the man?
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Who, who, who's the man?
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Who's the man?
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Who, who, who's the man?
Ayy-yah
Who's the man?
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Who, who, who's the man?
Ayy-yah
Who, who, who's the man?
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Who's the man?
Ayy-yah
Who's the man?
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Who's the man?